I think I should

I think I should
Decorate my guillotine.
It is Christmas,
after all. They say
December is the
Hardest month of
All. For those
With love, it
Is a time of
Ungrateful expense.
For those without
Love, it is a
Time of love.
For those without
Time, it is a love
of everything, every
-Thing, nothing and
Everything
[Breathe]
“I’ll sing them Blues
To you”
A
Man who
Runs should keep
His blade sharp,
Else he’s
Naught.
He runs from himself
As he runs out
Of time. It runs
From him. Fucking quickly.

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About DickensianJack

Born in Wolverhampton in November '93, moved to Huddersfield in September 2012. Studying at the University of Huddersfield. In love with the town - simple as that. As for the blog itself, I've been doing bits and pieces of writing (with varying quality) for a few years. A friend suggested I start a blog to share my work. Most of the stuff on here is poems, but there's other work interspersed on the page. Feel free to leave any comments on my work. Twitter: @DickensianJack (Jack Dickens) Facebook: www.facebook.com/dickensianjack Cheers, enjoy.
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